Chapter 940: 538 Leave Professional Matters to the Professional… Goat

Words may be said that way… but how can one possibly hold out through this round?

Looking at the growing legions in the distance, Ruben, deeply uncertain, wanted to ask something more—but after hesitating, he finally fell silent.

Indeed, achieving this much is already remarkable.

After Director Edward was ambushed and his fate unknown, this mission was already declared a total failure, with virtually no chance of success left.

Yet under conditions where Leon had almost no cards to play, he not only pulled himself and the other two back from the Death Realm, but also severely undermined Prince Andre, shaking his foundation and forcing him to stake everything on the table—he’s done all he possibly could.

Though the power gap still felt immense, since everything possible had been done, what remained was merely to do one’s duty and leave the rest to fate—take it step by step. The worst outcome? Just death.

“Senior Ruben, our chances of victory are actually quite high.”

Leon, who was rapidly “digesting” Ruben’s soul as the Dog God once digested him, faintly sensed the despair within it and gently comforted him:

“My Leon value is only just over ten points—barely at Level Two Cleaner level—but all three of you seniors have Leon values close to thirty points. Combined, our total exceeds ninety points.”

Even if we can’t bridge the gap between mortal and god, we’re still at the level of a Minor District Chief with fifty-nine Leon points—and we have reserves far exceeding that of a Minor District Chief. We’re not without a fighting chance.”

We do have a fighting chance, but after all these days, your reaction speed has dropped to near-normal human levels. Can you truly guarantee your safety against organized armed forces?

Moreover, when Director Edward was ambushed and his body destroyed, an eye appeared in the sky and forcibly sealed his soul inside his corpse. From this, who knows if the enemy has other allies?

Though Leon’s plan still didn’t seem promising to him, and the odds of winning this “game” felt slim, the fact remained that he and the other two had been ambushed and rendered useless—if not for Leon’s strength, they wouldn’t even have had the chance to play this terrible hand. Ruben said no more, only nodded:

“Do your best. The rest is up to you… but don’t feel pressured. You’ve already done enough.”

“…“

Don’t you dare. After all I’ve gone through, if this ends up just another “did my best” scenario, then what was the point of all my effort?

After noticing the Corrock Kingdom’s legions beginning to form ranks, the three seniors’ confidence wavered. Leon paused, then stopped urging them, instead reaching out to pat the Black Goat’s horns.

“Get to work. This is right up your alley.”

“Ahahaha! Finally our turn!”

Hearing Leon’s words, the Black Goat, who had been staring intently at the distant legions with eager eyes, suddenly shuddered all over. It inhaled deeply the tense air of the battlefield, then burst into wild laughter, eyes blazing with joy:

“That’s the smell! Ahahaha! Give me five minutes! Just five minutes, and I’ll make them drown in blood!”

Blood your grandmother’s leg—can’t you ever fix this habit of yours?

Hearing the Black Goat’s words, Leon’s face darkened instantly. He slapped its head hard:

“What nonsense are you spouting?! Don’t you remember what I told you? Only make them drop their weapons and start hand-to-hand brawling—knock each other unconscious, nothing more. No random killings!”

“Tch, you brat…”

“You doing it or not? If not, I’ll find someone else!”

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!”

After mentally cursing Leon fiercely, the Black Goat floated upward, its two spiral black horns dimming slightly, visibly trembling several times.

As the 【War Horn】 dimmed yet violently vibrated, an invisible wave of scorching wind erupted from the Wang Gong and swept outward in all directions.

Within mere breaths, the fierce heat crossed the open ground, struck the front lines of the soldiers, penetrated even through the thick hulls of tanks and mechs, soared high into the sky, engulfed airships hundreds of meters above, and seeped into the souls of every single soldier.

“Boom!”

Accompanied by no actual explosion, the souls of the eleven thousand soldiers of the six Royal Direct Legions of the Corrock Kingdom ignited simultaneously with black-and-red demonic flames, and every one of them simultaneously smelled the familiar, intense odor.

Salty iron, bloody stench;

Smothering heat, pungent sulfur;

Suddenly bulging veins, burning rage inside their hearts;

The black-and-red flames grew fiercer, reddening every soldier’s eyes, scorching their flushed faces, boiling the blood in their veins, roasting their throats until involuntary roars burst forth!

“Kill!!!”

Under the maximum pressure of fifty-nine points of contamination, the Black Goat—long stifled in the Virgin District—unleashed its true power for the first time.

In less than a minute, the resilient souls of eleven thousand soldiers were entirely stained with the colors of iron and blood. The nameless rage from the deepest depths of their souls brutally burned away all reason, turning them all into beasts driven solely by slaughter.

Guns capable of piercing walls, cannons powerful enough to collapse buildings, airships hovering beyond gun range…

Due to the full activation of this near-divine great demon, the Corrock Kingdom’s devastating weapons—capable of reducing an entire city to ruins in half an hour—suddenly lost their operators, becoming utterly useless scrap metal.

Everyone within the Black Goat’s range, under instinctive control, discarded every cumbersome object and lunged wildly at any nearby moving target.

These beasts, stripped of fear and hesitation, ignored the hands clawing at them, desperately choking others’ throats until either themselves or their targets collapsed unconscious—then either fell limp or immediately glared with bloodshot eyes, roaring again as they charged toward the next victim…

Two minutes and fifteen seconds. The Royal Direct Legions of the Corrock Kingdom were annihilated.

…

“This… this…”

Watching the Corrock legions, all felled in the time it takes to take a shit, the three Level Two Cleaners—who had been deeply worried moments ago—were now utterly stunned.

The female cleaner, Mo Na, stared at the laughing Black Goat as if seeing it for the first time, murmuring in shock:

“This… this goat-headed thing… is actually this powerful an anomaly?!”

“Heh, I told you all along—I’m a demon! The most ferocious great demon beneath the True Gods!”

Hearing the female cleaner’s astonishment, the Black Goat, thoroughly pleased, turned its head, eyes gleaming with pride:

“This is only one-seventh of my power! Scared yet? Ahahaha!

Let me tell you, with my once-in-ten-thousand-years talent, if I hadn’t been so greedy back then, trying to seize all seven primal sins at once, I’d have ascended to Demon God long ago!”